My Arrogant Fiancée Humiliated a Maid, Unaware She Was My Long-Lost Sister

The Unexpected Sight

The grand double doors of the marble estate swung open, letting in the cool evening breeze. George stepped into the spectacular white marble hall, his boots echoing softly against the polished stone. In his right hand, he carried a dark leather case containing the deed to the entire property—a surprise wedding gift for his fiancée, Charlotte. He had spent months preparing this moment, wanting to prove his devotion to the woman he thought was the love of his life.

But the scene that greeted him made his blood run cold. The pristine floor was slick with spilled champagne. Kneeling directly in the puddle was Natalie, a young woman in a simple pale blue dress, desperately scrubbing at the stain with a cloth. Her hands were red, and her shoulders trembled as she worked.

Standing over her was Charlotte. Dressed in a flawless teal silk gown and holding a crystal champagne flute, Charlotte looked down at the girl with unmistakable disdain. As George approached, Charlotte took a slow sip of her drink and stepped forward, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"She's just doing what she's good at, cleaning," Charlotte said, her voice dripping with condescension.

George stopped in his tracks, shock paralyzing him for a brief second before a blinding wave of fury took over. He looked from Charlotte’s arrogant smirk to Natalie’s tear-stained face. Natalie was not a maid. She was his younger sister, whom he had spent twenty painful years searching for after they were separated in childhood. He had brought her to the estate only days ago to give her a safe haven.

Without a word to Charlotte, George pulled his phone from his tweed jacket and pressed it to his ear. When his lawyer answered, George’s voice was like ice.

"Cancel everything. Now!" he commanded.

Charlotte’s smile vanished instantly. She blinked, looking around the empty hall in confusion. "What?" she stammered, her voice suddenly high and nervous.

George lowered the phone slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with a chilling intensity.

"This house is no longer yours," George replied coldly.